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The Original O'l Farts Club.
- Thread starter Putembk
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Barely remember. Long time ago. I think I was down about a week. Sleep under a humidifier to break up the crud after the Doctor removes the gauze.
I am sure technology has come a long way since I had it done. The main thing is to keep them from returning. Like I said irrigate your nose with warm salt water and use the steroid spray.
You are a girl......ok
Drifting13
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I remember Scrumpy from the west country. Walked to the pub & rolled back down the hill...
OleReynard
Well-known member
Whichever ya prefer
OleReynard
Well-known member
It's rough they pack your face afterwards with gauze then ya gotta
come back and get it taken out. After the blood has dried and shit, not a good time.
Buddy went thru 5 of those before he passed.
Ya wanted to know unless procedure has changed..
Sun&Soil
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Hello Tallulah. Your father's a good man and a role model to many.One of my Philippino daughtersfollows me online - she might even be reading this thread -
- if so Hello Tallulah- never forget that Daddy loves you - and that some day we will meet and be together again - hopefully sooner rather than later -
Somebodies baby!
Returned two pups to their owners today. The owners were very happy..... Happy neighbors make good neighbors.
dogzter
Drapetomaniac
Uh huh..........found it eh?
Prolly followed you home.
Trims up real purty as well.
What it all leads up to. The only thing I like better than making this stuff is.... Taking it.
Cleanup and licking the oil off my fat finger after wiping the dishes is the best part. Beats moms cake frosting covered beaters every time. I'll be zooming half the night as high as I still am.
Hi. I really LOVE your screen name. You are my new “best friend”.
Today's history lesson - takes us back to Sudan 
in 1883 -
in 1883 - 
Was getting a tad moody today - so I watched this episode of 'It Ain't Half Hot Mum' - from the 1970's - and it cheeredme up - funny show - if you can understand all the various English dialects - and slang words -
Witchie-poo and Himself were in Londinium and decided to go to a performance by a comedy duo billed as "Hinge and Brackett".
So these two guys are on the stage, and they are just trading quips that any Raw Colonial schoolkid had heard by the time they were 10.
Herself and I would look at each other after each quip, because while we did not find them funny or original, the Brits all around us were losing it in laughter.
"He was mending the walls while drinking, and came home plastered." <-- This brought down the fargin house.
Now I gotta tellya about how much we love England -- We arrived, and got on a train to (I think) Paddington Station. There must have been a sign over my head or sumpin' because somehow within one minute of entering the station, we were talking with a middle-aged lady with impeccable diction.
And I got my first London War Story. She had seen us looking up at the impressive glass-plate ceiling of the station, and walked over and spoke to us while pointing up.
"Do you see those two differently-colored sections of glass?" [she said "gloss", but we knew what she meant]
"A bomb blew them out during a raid, and the gloss fell on my pram right over there. Fortunately, there was nothing in the pram but nappies."
Our first two minutes in London.
I think that it is a fact that people love to laugh - and any excuse for laughter - whether it be what you consider a bad joke or not - gets the funny bone funnying - and its infectious - once someone is laughing hysterically - that acts as a catalyst - for everyone else to start giggling and laughingWitchie-poo and Himself were in Londinium and decided to go to a performance by a comedy duo billed as "Hinge and Brackett".
So these two guys are on the stage, and they are just trading quips that any Raw Colonial schoolkid had heard by the time they were 10.
Herself and I would look at each other after each quip, because while we did not find them funny or original, the Brits all around us were losing it in laughter.
"He was mending the walls while drinking, and came home plastered." <-- This brought down the fargin house.
Now I gotta tellya about how much we love England -- We arrived, and got on a train to (I think) Paddington Station. There must have been a sign over my head or sumpin' because somehow within one minute of entering the station, we were talking with a middle-aged lady with impeccable diction.
And I got my first London War Story. She had seen us looking up at the impressive glass-plate ceiling of the station, and walked over and spoke to us while pointing up.
"Do you see those two differently-colored sections of glass?" [she said "gloss", but we knew what she meant]
"A bomb blew them out during a raid, and the gloss fell on my pram right over there. Fortunately, there was nothing in the pram but nappies."
Our first two minutes in London.
- I live it and love it - LAUGH THERAPY - lol 
